Allowing God to knit us throughout life
Psalm 139: 13-14
Truly you have formed my inmost being; you knit me in my
mother’s womb. I give you thanks that I am fearfully, wonderfully made; wonderful
are your works.
Everyone
knows how delicate and blessed are the 9 months of pregnancy for both mom and
baby. Pregnant moms take special care of
themselves and their babies in the womb.
Of course, they know they shouldn’t smoke or drink and they should get
extra rest. Everyone else pampers the
mother and baby, too, especially the husbands, who feel guilty they cannot do
more. Maybe that’s the real reason women
used to have 8, 9 or 10 babies because that was the only way to get their
husbands to do any work around the house!
Smart. Many moms talk to their
babies in the womb, and some even play classical music to them. Everyone knows how precious those 9 months of
pregnancy are.
Someone else who’s very attentive
to those first 9 months is God. Today,
Psalm 139 (a very profound psalm) says, “Truly, you have formed my inmost
being; you knit me in my mother’s womb.”
What a lovely image of God, like a loving mother knitting a sweater, so
God knits us slowly and patiently, putting us together piece by piece, thread
by thread, in the womb: first heart, then lungs, eyes, hands and
fingernails. The magic of ultrasound
allows us to glimpse God’s knitting.
It’s not just the husband doing all the housework who’s busy those 9
blessed months, God is working overtime, too.
Anyone who has witnessed the birth of a baby has seen a miracle: God’s
handiwork.
I would like to invite you to see
all of life as a time in the womb, where God continues to knit us together with
his loving grace, until we die. And try
to see death not as the end but really as the day of your birth into heaven,
when you truly begin to live. You see,
pregnancy is not just for 9 months, but really for 90 years – some husbands
will be terrified to hear that! The
ancient philosopher, Plato, saw this truth and described it in his famous
allegory called “The Cave.” You should google
that today and read it. Only after we
die are we truly born and begin to live.
Let me leave you with a poem called
“The Weaver” which shows how God knits us together throughout life, not just in
the womb.
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times he weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget he sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern he has planned.
He knows, he loves, he cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives his best to those
Who leave the choice to him.
When you look at
things that way, and consider that I’m 45 years old, I guess that puts me in
the middle of the second trimester.
Praised be Jesus
Christ!